"Come on; You joined the Uprising too. Don't act like it has some moral high ground above me! We might have different reasons for joining Uprising, but we're both criminals now, fighting for the same goal," Dixon said as he rolled his eyes.
He turned back and continued getting dressed.
Ryder looked at the back of the man before he took a deep breath.
He started walking towards the exit. "Goodbye, Dixon."
"Bye, I'll see you downstairs," With a wave of a hand, Dixon replied.
Just as Ryder was near the door, he glanced back at Dixon.
"No, you won't," Ryder said as he raised his gun slowly.
"What do you mean?" Dixon let out as he glanced in the direction of Ryder, but his mouth opened slightly as he saw the gun aiming at him.
"Come on, Ryder. Stop joking. I'm going to get late if you don't stop. Go and tell the doctor that I'll be right downstairs," Dixon said to Ryder as he smiled wryly.
